john tiong chunghoo Poems

you dont need a human figure
to be able to think
you dont need a human body
to be able to talk
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The Card Players
the artist's brush with
the colours of fame
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the sea tonight
sweeping to us
the stars
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Athens, Georgia
beckoning us to the old days
Allen's red doors
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Big Sky winter
in powdery white
lines and lines of fun
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my mind is a fish
swimming in
the space of day
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there are works that wont be finished
after a thousand rewrites
the mind holds a larger sky
the years glide like the leaves
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the street musician
a smitten heart tinkles
into his hat
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the mom and dad
found a poison tree
did not realise
the land they are tilling
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